Griz had his fair share of wannabe suitors vying for a mate that could provide during the winter but, to be honest, he was all set for the cold months and planned to donate his share to the community granary. A handful of the girls picked up on the lack of interest and moved on to goblins like Rom; who was grinning ear to ear with two of the prettiest goblinesses on each arm that solicited his attention and the rest following him. [b]"Griz, my friend, loosen up. We've done a great feat and didn't even find any traces of those Blue Feet. Do the tribe a favor and take a mate or two."[/b] Rom finishes with a hearty chortle and pulling the goblinesses closer to him and wandering away deeper into the village.

The comment caused the hooded goblin to let out a sigh. [color=khaki]"That's what's putting me on edge. We didn't find any traces."[/color] He said while carving out his share of the owlbear. A sizable shank of the hind leg. Koglan took his share and gave the rest instructions on what to do after this. Griz gave the elder goblin a nod and saw him off wandering back to his forge likely. 

With more and more of the females taking the hint and dispersing, only a few remained. A gatherer he had bred a few moon cycles ago with a sizable bump beginning to emerge, a warrior sizing him up and eyeing him as if he were a piece of prime cut meat, and eldest daughter of the shaman. [color=khaki]"You do realize that I'm donating all my share, right? I understand the gatherer as it is her right and my duty to feed her whenever she wants, but what about the rest of you?"[/color] 

The gatherer was first to speak. [b]"We-well yes but I-I just wanted to see if you were oka-."[/b] 

She was then interrupted by the warrior. [b]"YOU WILL BE A SUITABLE MATE. OUR OFFSPRING SHALL BE QUICK AND POWERFUL. I WILL COME BY YOUR HUT LATER THIS EVENING. IT IS SETTLED."[/b] The saying was off but he could assume that this female warrior was somewhat related to the elderly smith. Maybe a daughter of his? A daughter's daughter? 

His thoughts were ceased when he felt the sensation of a salve being applied to his wound. The daughter of the shaman had approached him and began applying a healing salve to his wound. [b][i]"Peculiar...peculiar...indeed."[/i][/b] She muttered to herself as Griz just stared at the strange gobliness. [color=khaki]"Uhh..."[/color] [b][i]"Your peculiar behavior has earned my attention...strange hunter."[/i][/b] She said while finishing dressing his wound.

Griz slowly backed away from the gobliness and gave her a wide berth as he walked around her. He was thankful for the treatment and the attention, but this was simply too strange for him....then who was he to say? He was the goblin that willingly clothed himself more than necessary and chose a dagger over a sword, axe, club, or spear.

Eccentrics attracted other eccentrics, he supposed.